Harry sniffed his hands again. Yep, they stank to high heaven. And all thanks to PCSO Jim Metcalfe, his dad, and a sheep Harry was fairly sure had been the size of a Shire horse. ‘You’ll get used to it, the smell, like,’ Jim said, as Harry walked with him down from the auction mart and back into Hawes itself. ‘It doesn’t so much come off as blend in if you know what I mean. Nowt like it!’ Jim then hooked his hands around his nose and mouth and sucked in a deep breath.
He’s right, we only notice a smell initially & then it goes away. We have a volcanic region here called Rotorua in NZ, driving in all you smell is sulphur, rotten eggs, but before long, it’s just part of the landscape. I know it sounds odd, but most really true stuff does.
